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Having heard these words, Swan stood by the window, unsure whether he had gotten what he wanted or not.
Indeed, he felt somewhat at ease, but not completely.
After all, there had been no formal guarantee.
But to have come this far was probably the limit.
The call ended, and Swan stood by the window, full of ambition.
His office was perched at the highest point of Rubbish Town.
Looking down, his feelings were complicated.
In the past, he had always strived to climb higher and higher. Once he reached the top, he extended his hand, wanting to grab more and more.
He wanted to be the master of Rubbish Town.
At one point, when the Green Skin Orcs brought severe harm to Rubbish Town and Henry said that the Governor intended to completely reclaim it, he thought his dream was going to shatter.
But now, it seemed that he could achieve this goal from another angle.
